Blame it on the snow.

There is something about a grey winter that stretches more than just my nerves.

Must go on a diet of  2 soya beans. and a wedge of lime.

But the snow. it makes me drink hot chocolate. with big dollops of cream. the cream is eaten first. with a spoon. to make way for more cream. on the hot chocolate.

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It is perhaps the 2 glasses of hot chocolate i drink at school. everyday. and another one i drink when i get home. or the candy i eat till my teeth hurt. my jeans have shrunk. even the ones with elastic waistbands. they leave angry red wrinkles on my hips now.

Snow, snow and more snow. it feels like the clouds are crumbling. falling on earth. damn you snow. have you no self control? shrinking jeans. hot chocolate.

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My first winter as a resident of Copenhagen is the coldest it has been in many years. it has been snowing like it hasn’t in a long time. snowing way heavier. way beyond the usual months. temperatures are dropping to double digits. minus. i wanted a white christmas. christmas is long gone. but the gift keeps on giving. I am not thankful.

dear snow, please go fall on a post card.

When I first saw a snow flake, i squealed. they look exactly like the splattered stars they draw on post cards i said. so pretty. but now there are birthdays and engagement parties. They call for high heels. with a peep of shiny red toenails. and teeny weeny shimmery dresses.

snow flake!